It isn't that there is not much to say to Denner.

It is the--the unusualness of it, if I can so express it.

We have never touched on such things, I tell you, old friends as we are; and it is awkward, you understand." They were very quiet for the rest of the long drive.

They stopped a moment at Mr.Denner's gate; the house was dark, except for a dim light in the library and another in the kitchen, where Mary sat poring over her usual volume.

Gifford came out to say there was no change, and opened the carriage door to shake hands with Helen.
"He would have prayers to-night," he said to the rector, still talking in a hushed voice, as though the spell of the sick-room were on him out under the stars, in the shadows of the poplar-trees.